A fantasy, a dream, wishful thinking, a plan into reality to make it happen for NYE

(like the old days)- 50% joke/50% serious

-glam up w da girls (this is a whole day process): Nails check, hair check, beat on fleek, brows done, power heels, badass outfit, leather jacket, and the BAG (with all the essential – make sure u have tissues, night’s agenda/inventory researched, whistle (LOL) and first aid bandages if the anyone starts bawling in the toilet, people forget where they’re going and and/or has blisters)
-prinks w da girlies, lads join later (I don’t drink so I’ll have a virgin cuba Libra like Sheldon, hey I’m high on LIFE and I still have fun, we respect ALL people’s choices) shopping done, cocktails set, drinking games set (never have I ever and beer pong are ESSENTIALS) time set, taxi booked, beds set, and next place’s hangover breakfast joint sorted
– lads come later, probs half drunk, all freshly ready
-PICTURE TIME (selfies/group photos chin chin)
-army of taxis in check
-first club (vip if already booked)
-blah blah blah the night depending on what it is
-someone will start crying, 10 min consolation then leave the lollipop and spray lady to listen to het ex woes
-someone will be required to be sent home early.
-beyonce must be played otherwise I’m leaving
-so must destiny’s child
-so must queen
-so must the killers (mr brightside or read my mind)
-all eyes must be alert for any weirdos – slap ’em
-always buy your own drinks, never accept a dude’s offer (no thanks I can buy my own, I’m here w the gang), interventionmaybe required by the occasional shadowey lurker
-no-one gets left behind or forgotten (night out ohana)
-all pictures must be taken
-heels must never removed, bring flats we are women of class and thus, don’t walk bare foot, sit on the bench curb eating a cheesy kebab
-gum and spray – please don’t offend w stinky breath or b.o.
-good clean, healthy, happy, positive, wholesome pre-planned fun
-if u get lucky, the person will be vetted, privacy adhered but LRAVE ME yr no. I’m not having upright killed.
-are you that massive group in the middle of the dance floor making shapes? Yes, yes we are…